New short story! 6000 words; approx 20 minutes to read… (PDF version)
The Other Franks
Frank looked at himself in the mirror from a variety of angles, not liking any that he saw. In exasperation he threw off his old, ill-fitting tennis shirt and tried on his ancient Barcelona FC top.
“What do you think about this one?” he asked.
“You look great, honey!” Alice replied, although Frank noticed she hadn’t actually taken her eyes off her phone.
“I just don’t know whether I should go,” Frank said dejectedly, “It feels like it’s been a very long time.”
“I love going to my reunions, seeing all my girls. Just hanging out, partying, bitching about everyone, karaoke… I’d kill to be allowed to see them more than once a year.”
“But it’s like I was saying to you, I’m just not sure I… I mean I find myself comparing myself to them and they’re all just so much more…”
“Look, honey,” Alice said, still not taking her eyes off her phone, “they’re not better than you. You’re great. Just enjoy it.” She looked up at him and all of a sudden her face transformed into the severest of frowns. “Aren’t you going to wear a shirt?”
Frank sighed. “I’ve told you before, nobody wears things like shirts and ties. It’s just our tradition.” He didn’t think he looked that awful, standing there in the mirror in his Barcelona FC top, shorts, white socks and trainers.
Although he was anxious and apprehensive, Frank was proud of himself for going. He was resolved to tell them, finally, after all these years. It was his duty to tell them. Continue reading “The Other Franks”